No joke, today I woke up wide awake at 6:15 and in spite of myself actually got up at 6:30. Contrary to the DH’s belief, while I went to bed around 10, I didn’t actually go to sleep until after 12. So it wasn’t like that was 9 solid hours of sleep.
So, I got up, had some coffee and knit a while. Too sore from yesterday’s class to contemplate a serious physical effort, and Toto (the dog) was so glad for me to be up, he wouldn’t accept being ignored.
I don’t expect a repeat performance over the weekend, but it does give me hope for next week.
Petrie is coming along nicely; I’ve got about 5 inches done so far, and expect more progress this weekend, if OpArt doesn’t win out. Emerald Toesies are on hold, until I get tired of fat yarn.
Still can’t believe I voluntarily got up at 6:30…
